‘Twilight,’ Mitt Romney and the Mormons

More organized than I am. Like Mormons. You would have to Google it to follow
more closely, but in a word, Stephenie Meyer, the author, is a Mormon. She
said the series came to her in a dream. Critics have speculated that Meyers
consciously or unconsciously modeled the Dr. Carlisle Cullen family, the most
decent, dedicated, moral, competent, capable, striving-for-perfection vampires ever
to reach the silver screen, on parishioners at her church. Can’t think of a
better model for my younger children, who devour the books.

Could be a sign of our times. I have a latent “inner compass”
theory about politics. It goes that we happy and playful Americans, like myself,
who are not as organized as Mitt Romney just send forth anyone to be governor
or president based on the fun factor: how much fun we can have, how much we can
get away with, how much money we can make, how many entitlements we can squeeze
out of it before it all goes to pieces. Then when we feel it start to wobble, we
send out for a Roosevelt or an Eisenhower or a Reagan to put the pieces back
together. That is, we get the guy with the unflappable overview, resolute
discipline and unwavering moral compass to put us back together. We enter rehab
voluntarily. We put ourselves into receivership. We throw ourselves at the
mercy of the courts.

We could well be there by the end of “Recovery Summer.” Time to send in the
Mormons … I mean, the Cullens.
Mitt Romney, save us!